07/04/2013
IVANOVS SCENE 7
DESIGN-EXPOSITION FROM 6th of June @ VRIJTHOF MAASTRICHT.
up the stairs of 'heaven' and then suddenly a boy and a dog.
:
-VERA the dog
-PETYA PEROV (1 year old boy)
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VERA: Around the coffin walk I
Looking carefully with my eye.
What could this death signify?
A poor person prays for bread.
Bronze folk pray to the blue sky spread.
A priest will say the mass instead
The co**se lies here freezing.
The taste of ham is pleasing.
Dulcinea is dead— and no appeasing.
Every place there are bloody spots.
What evil intends, evil plots.
Nanny, your action rots.
Life is for decoration.
Death is for trepidation.
And now, Nanny, why this annihilation?
For the most important arteries
And the most courageous bacteria,
What, Nanny, are your criteria?
Fyodor would your sweet ass pet
Always in the morning sweat,
Now you’ll be a co**se, and forget.
(The one-year-old boy, Petya Perov enters, stumbling.)
PETYA PEROV (1): I am the youngest—I wake up earlier than everybody else. I remember now that two years ago I didn’t remember anything. I hear the dog reciting a speech in verse. She is crying ever so quietly.
VERA: How cold it is in the hall.
What, Petya, did you call?
PETYA PEROV (1): Call? How can I call? I can only proclaim, announce, perhaps.
VERA: I howl, I howl, I howl my doggy jive.
Wishing Sonya were still alive.
PETYA PEROV (1): She was unusually indecent. And now it is frightening to look at her.
VERA: Aren’t you surprised that I speak instead of bark?
PETYA PEROV (1): At my age nothing much can surprise me.
VERA: Give me a glass of water. This is too much for me.
PETYA PEROV (1): Take it easy. During my short life I’ll see even worse things.
VERA: This Sonya, wretched Ostrova, was immoral. But I showed her… Explain all this to me.
PETYA PEROV (1): Daddy, Mummy, Uncle, Aunty, Nanny.
VERA: What? What are you saying? Come to your senses.
PETYA PEROV (1): I am one year old now. Don’t forget. Daddy. Mummy. Uncle. Aunty. Fire. Cloud. Apple. Stone. Poopoo. Don’t forget.
(Nanny enters and takes him away, he’s pooping in his pants.)
VERA: (reflecting) He actually is still pretty young.
(Misha Pestrov and Dunya Shustrova enter, holding hands)
MISHA PESTROV (76): Happy day! Today is Christmas! Soon there will be glee!
DUNYA SHUSTROVA (82): Not glee but a bee. And not a bee but a tree. Happy day. Happy day. Is Sonya sleeping?
VERA: No she is put out, that is, extinguished.
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